Krovs Sluttiest Master.

The Ifrit had just left work and found himself wanting to stretch his legs, figuring a small stroll would do his mood and joints some good after being stuck at his desk for the majority of the day. After hours of staring at screen and on the phone with various members of the council, he found himself in need of a break. Elio had no desire to go home and let his sour mood carry him until bed. He glanced up when he paused outside of a familiar building, suddenly stricken with the desire to pop in for a quick visit. 

Quinn loved the village...Loved the things that the recent addition brought to offer. The old vampire looked up as another person joined him, and couldn’t help but to grin. “If you’re waiting for one of the clerks to show you around the place, they’re busy dealing with another shipment that had just come in. Although it’s pretty easy to find yourself around the store.” Quinn said with a chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders.

“You do? Because you sounded like you are here to taunt and add to the humiliation I am enduring.” Gerald tried to straight his back despite being hanged in such position. His muscles ached and warned him to stand down, but Gerald was a stubborn bastard to say the least. “If you truly have the heart to come down and heal the wounded slave, perhaps you shouldn’t be part of this…Master and slavery system at all.” 

Gerald took a deep breath. Usually the bruises and cuts would have healed by now but his dragonic power has been suppressed by the collar. 

“Assumed you are truly here for intention pure as gold. Appreciated, but I do not need a bone throw at my way. Leave it to your hounds.” Gerald closed his eyes, tired.

“I’m sorry, but I fail to see what I’ve done or said to add to whatever humiliation you’re feeling when I’ve only responded to your tone with me.” The hybrid said with a roll of his eyes. Hearing the other talk about how if he truly had a heart to come down and heal a wounded slave, he wouldn’t be apart of this only had Quinn snorting. “I’ve done it before. You can ask many of the slaves.” Noah said with a shrug of his shoulders. 

“Someone has to be willing to give them a rest. And if I leave, there are very few masters who are going to do the same thing.” Noah explained with a shrug. “Plus, being here has given me business connections that I would have never had otherwise.” Quinn said with a snort and a shake of his head. 

Hearing the other man decline his offer merely had Quinn shrugging once more. This one truly was the prideful type. “Okay. That’s you’re choice.” Quinn said as he held his hands up in a surrender pose.

Leon nodded, familiar with using a variety of weapons himself from years spent in the slave business in addition to the wars. “A spar, hm? I suppose I could be interested,” he answered back, gaze raking over the other’s form curiously. The other’s bubbly personality surprised him for an alpha, but he was always curious about individuals he hadn’t faced himself in a fight nor observed. A competitive alpha, hm? Leon unzipped his fencing jacket and tossed it to the side, as his lips quirked into a smirk. “Under one condition.”

Quinn had always been better at long distance weapons, even before he was turned. Archery had been something that the young lad at the time had an affinity for, and was said to be his village’s best archer. Often times managing to catch food and provide for ceremonies and celebrations. Hearing the other man’s words, Quinn raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh? And just what is this condition?” Quinn asked as he tilted his head slightly.

Jacen smiled, finding it comforting that the master didn’t mind. If he turned out to be mad, there’s not much he could do to escape. “Well.. Since you’re letting me draw you, I’m giving you that.” What he man was saying was the truth. The castle was full of attractive men and most of them were aesthetically pleasing to draw. “It’s always best to be careful as a slave. But since you’re aren’t uncomfortable then I shouldn’t.” He nodded and showed him the drawing. “I know it’s not much.. but I’m still learning how to sketch better. I think it’s looking good though.”

“That’s true,” Quinn admitted with a laugh when the other said that since he was letting him draw Quinn that it was only fair that he gets to see it. “But you’d be surprised at how uppity people in this castle get about everything,” Quinn said with a shake of his head and a slight roll of his eyes. “Hearing someone agree without automatically going up in arms is a welcome change.” Quinn said with an amused grin on his face.

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants |

“Now, now...Don’t be shy. Name a time and place, and I’ll meet you there handsome.” 

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants |

“Well duh I don’t mind wearing lingerie or feminization. The prettiest master in the castle should be wearing the prettiest things, you know?”

Leon smirked to himself, nodding in agreement. At very least he was grateful for someone who could respect his interests, even if the individual seemed far more outgoing and lively than Leon himself. He glanced down at the hand for a moment before extending his own to shake it. Aw, why the hell not. “Leon,” he offered. “Do you fence?”

Quinn chuckled when the other asked if he fenced and he shook his head. “No...I’m more of a long distance person. Archery, guns, throwing knives...What have you. Those are more my cup of tea.” Quinn grinned. “Although if you’re down for a small spar, I can promise to give you my all. Maybe it’s the alpha side of me, but I can get quite competitive.” Quinn admitted with a laugh.

Leon glanced over at the vampire observing as he handed the sabre off to a nearby servant along with his gloves. “You could say that,” he responded with a hint of sarcasm,  not caring if his mood was sportsman-like. “Not many vampires partake– not violent enough for their tastes,” he explained, giving his attention more directly to the brunette as he approached him. “…I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“Not liking something because it’s not violent enough is rather dumb and simple minded. Although that might be my artsy side speaking.” Quinn said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. “I don’t believe we have. Hi! I’m Quinn. Vampire and werewolf hybrid!” Quinn said with a big and excited smile on his face as he offered his hand to the other man.

“Because I put up a fight like anyone you vampire brought in should have.” Noted the teasing in the vampire’s voice, Gerald surely did not appreciate it. He closed his eyes, let out a snort quietly and tried his best to ignore the vampire’s presence. But he could feel it, those playful eyes lingered on his body.

The hunter’s body was impressive. Muscles built for combat and battles. Sun-kissed skins shimmered slightly under the faint torchlight. His muscles were tense from the constant stretching with his limps being pulled by the chains. 

“What do you want, vampire?” Gerald grunted, “Here to mock a man who tried to defend his freedom and failed?”

“I came here with the opposite mission involved, actually,” Quinn said with a roll of his eyes. “I had originally came over here after smelling your blood and thought that perhaps you would like some time to heal and some bandages, but then you had to go and be mister macho tough guy.”

Quinn was unable to stop the roll that his eyes did after he finished speaking. “Ask nicely, and I’m sure I could be convinced to throw a dog a bone and still do so anyways.” Quinn offered with a raised eyebrow...Curious to know if the other man would accept it or be to prideful to do something as simple as asking icely.

“Tik, tok...Time’s running out.”

Jacen wasn’t exactly innocent when it came to social norms. But on his defence, artists draw strangers they see on the street so why would that be different in drawing people randomly? Not that he had weird intentions in the first place. It was all an artistic drive. He smiled and felt his cheeks warm a bit from being called a voyeur. Was he? “Um.. I mean I guess you’re beautiful enough to be drawn?” He shrugged. “Sorry I thought the distance wasn’t intrusive enough. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. Even if it’s probably too late at this pont.” He smiled. “If you’re worried about the angle, don’t worry. I think it turned out good.”

“Well of course I am, little da Vinci...” Quinn joked with a cheeky grin as he looked at the other man. “I am the cutest master here after all...Plus, lets be real...It’d be harder to find people who weren’t good enough to draw around here.” Quinn said with a chuckle. “And please...It takes a lot more than that to make me feel uncomfortable. I’ve been around to long for such a silly thing to have that strong of an impact on me.” Quinn laughed. “Mind if I see it?”

If there was a record held for who got sent to the punishment cell fastest, Gerald might have broken the record.

Refused to comply with the situation he was put in, Gerald fought hard and determined to make it difficult for the people who wanted to put that wicked collar on him. Despite being chained the moment he was pulled into the castle, they still required a few men to hold him down. Shoulders held firmly in place, the hunter’s legs were grabbed and tightened to prevent him from kicking or dodging away. Next, Gerald’s hair was harshly pulled back by a hand, head yanked backwards to expose his neck. He shouted a cry, bent arm pushed back to elbow one of the man behind him as the cold material of the collar caged the flesh of his neck. 

“B-Bastard-” He grunted, already felt the Dragonic strength in his blood suppressed until nothing was left. He kept on struggling until someone finally threw a punch straight into his gut and disabled him. At least long enough for them to drag him to the cage and imprisoned him.

They bounded his wrists with chains and left him suspended in mid-air, pulled his arms outward as his heavy, muscular body left hanging. A spreader bar tied to his ankles, kept his legs spread and made it even more uncomfortable for the new slave of the castle.

Unable to tell how long has passed, Gerald slowly regathered his thoughts and human strength. The former hunter clenched his teeth as he endured the pain behind the bruises on his body. He caught a pair of eyes watching him from the other sides of the bars, staring at him from the dark. 

Gerald snorted loudly and spat to the ground.

“What are you staring at?" 

Gerald challenged, tone aggressive and filled with anger. 

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Quinn was a rather...Odd vampire to say the least. The man definitely partook in the festivities and activities that the castle had to offer...And he definitely was enthusiastic about it. But he also did have a bit of sympathy towards the people who were imprisoned against their will. Sure...There were quite a few people that Quinn personally felt probably benifited more from being here then out there.

After all...Some of them seemed to come from such rough and horrid lives. The hybrid has been on this earth for thousands of years...And had seen and witnessed many disgusting acts. And sure, some people benifited from this imprisonment despite their bruised prides and egos...But is that really their call to make?

Quinn was pretty sure he already knew the answer to that.

Quinn still couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed when the other used that tone with him...As if he was the reason the man was in his current predicument.

“It appears the newest fiesty, bravo slave of the castle. Let me guess...Got stuck here because you were to prideful and bad ass to give in?” Quinn teased with a small raised eyebrow. If the other was going to treat him like a villain? Why shouldn’t Quinn have some fun then?

“I need a drink,” Leon grumbled, feeling dissatisfied as he threw off his fencing mask after an easily won bout. He needed an outlet– something to blow off excess energy and frustrations, yet nothing seemed to cure the itch. 

Quinn giggled as he heard the other man’s words and watched as he took off the fencing mask. It was quite obvious that the man was quite bored with his opponents. “Now, now...That doesn’t seem very sportsman-like.” Quinn sing-sang playfully with a cheeky grin as he looked at the other master. “Haven’t had to many challenging opponents recently?”

Jacen traced his pencil over the white sheet as he stared at the man across for him. The boy’s been developing a new hobby and lately he’s been finding lots of muse for it. The scenery outside, the flowers, his master and now.. while sat on one of the benches in the hallway, he drew a man who was randomly napping. He bit his lower lip as he took his time in perfecting his jawline, erasing and redrawing the line until he got it perfectly. His attention was engulfed with the process that he didn’t realize that the man was staring back at him. He bit his lip and quickly closed his drawing book. He smiled nervously caught in the process. “Hi.”

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Quinn knew that most people would sleep and nap in their rooms...And that he likely should do that considering the fact that Krovs didn’t always have the kindest people here. But Quinn also knew that he loved and adored doing just about anything he wanted wherever and whenever he wanted. And the hybrid wasn’t going to let anything stop him from that. Although it was kind of hard to nap when you could feel someone’s eyes practically scorching you on the spot. “Have you been enjoying the view, little voyer?” Quinn joked playfully with a cheeky grin. “You making sure to get me in the right angle?”

“If ya ask me we definitely got a difference of opinions when it comes to the definition of fun.” But he did give a slight nod at the mention of the village. It was more convenient than having to have everything shipped in. He hated computers just as much as he hated shopping so online shopping was it’s own special kind of hell. He looked at the other’s arm for a moment, but then looking just a bit rueful took it. “Yer an odd one. I’m guessing yer new around here.” 

It was a highlight for most in the castle, that was for sure. Wicek had seen how the mood had been increased ever since the Christmas decorations started going up around the place. “That’s a very noble cause. I can’t imagine everyone is willing and eager to enjoy the holiday’s so it might be a hard task you’ve given yourself,” Wicek replied. “I think I might actually. I’m afraid I always end up getting dad-esque gifts. Like socks and sweaters,” he joked. He could always use a second opinion on what he was going to buy for his claimed slaves. 

Quinn was almost always an upbeat and optimistic man...But Christmas had a tendency of making it even worse. The ‘holiday spirit’ just seemed to possess Quinn every year at this time. The hybrid chuckled whenever he heard the other man’s words and shook his head. “Oh no, not at all. There are definitely a few people who really don’t want to get into the spirit.” Quinn said with a shrug of his shoulders. “If anything though...That just means it gives me something to do to pass the time.” Hearing the other man’s words, Quinn laughed and shook his head. “Oh no. Well this year, we’re going to change your reputation!” Quinn said with a dramatic snap of his fingers.

    “You know I never get lazy unless am bored but you always find a way to keep me entertained,” he replied with a grin as he kissed the male’s neck as he kept teasing. Voice seductive and filled with mischief.   “It’s a surprise and you will just have to wait and see.”

Quinn grinned as he heard Remus’ words. “What can I say? It’s a special knack of mine,” Quinn said with a rather cheeky grin as he looked at the other man. “No one is ever bored when little ole me is around them.” He said with a chuckle before groaning as the other kissed his neck, his teeth biting into his plump lower lip. “Is that so?” Quinn purred as he wiggled his ass so he could grind it against the other man’s crotch.